Luyện nghe bài hát Swanananana

Cold

[Mickael in
[Slim Thug] I'm kush, gettin' higher than a plane (Swanananana...)
And the sittin' on the thangs (Swanananana...)
I'm so high, can't my brain (Swanananana...)
everybody keep staring at me, mayne (Swanananana...)
[Rich I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk (Swanananana...)
I got a superbad babby in the (Swanananana...)
And every time, see fly by, I be like (Swanananana...)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana...)

1: Baby Bash]
I roll around, made higher gas prices
And I don't even got a valid license
I'm pushin' wheels, my pictures lookin' priceless
My Pica and the clika hook me with the paisas
They themselves when they see the Suicide doors
I'm in the game, mayne, all them high scores
quakin' and it's shakin' up my rear view
I'm barbecue, mayne, you livin' mildew
I'm a factor, not an actor, comin' in a Hummer tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that player's racket
That boy Bash be hustlin', he be
'em out in Vegas, pimpin', panderin' and gamblin'

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2: Slim Thug]
Thugga flyin' first class and ain't about a plane (Naw)
I'm talkin' 'bout the icky sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke, feel like I'm to crash (Roll up)
That's what a get for gettin' high with that Bash
Paint splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar
I'm tryin' to you home, baby, I don't need to stay far (Let's go)
Roll with the Thug, show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I seen in this club
I ain't lookin' for no love, I'm for a freak (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to (Hun)
The boss dive deep, better ask around me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung, they say they can't without me

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[Verse 3: Da Bros.]
[Rich
I got that bloom
Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimpin' that
Slap that back, that gon' clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
out the Cadil-liac
Follow that slip, sauce, that wet, that drip
wet, never slip
I'm elegant, but I can't that we melt all over shit
Who you with

[Angel
I got that blap
zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by I die-die-die
Frustating, see, know why
Paint pretty wet the butter in her tie
No lie, we're high, all

And we don't care, in the air
Raised with the shades, don't compare
I'm dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I'm rollin'
And yeah, you better know it, if you don't, then get up on it, aw,

[Repeat